she had given up hope
long ago
of ever meeting her special person
resigned herself to a life without him
it was not her fate
her requirements were
too difficult
too unusual
too esoteric
yet somewhere hidden
she still kept a half eye open
to the impossible possibility
she liked to read about love
feel it vicariously in music and film
still
she did not see much of it about
in real life
suspected it only existed for
the fortunate few
until she unexpectedly stumbled
across him
she had found her other half
and at this late stage too
bells and whistles
elation
ecstatic
it had been a long time since
she found herself smiling
for no reason
still
even if nothing came of it
she was thrilled to have had that experience
before her not too distant appointment with the ferry man
and his ride across the styx
Rall - what a beautifully honest and moving piece! Your poem captures something so universally human - that tension between giving up hope and keeping just "a half eye open." The progression from resignation to unexpected joy feels completely authentic. I love how you balance the classical reference to the Styx with contemporary, relatable emotions. The line about "smiling for no reason" is particularly touching - it perfectly encapsulates that giddy happiness of newfound connection. Your ability to find profound meaning in life's unexpected gifts is truly inspiring.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this considered comment. Now I'm smiling for a different reason:)
DeleteA glimose of perfection at last ... did the ferry man stay or sailed away after dropping her off?
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem about continuing hope. I love the ending!
ReplyDelete“the impossible possibility” strikes me—those two words together feel like a quiet flicker of hope she never quite extinguished. I love how the poem builds toward that flicker finally catching fire.
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
Better late than never. Much more appreciated later towards the end of life.
ReplyDeleteSuch a poignant look into hopes and dreams--so often we live vicariously, without ever being able to experience things firsthand.
ReplyDeleteHappy she had the taste of this at this particular stage of her life. This is beautiful, Rall. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteNever give up hope - your story is testament to that. How lovely.
ReplyDeleteBetter late than never; amazing the turns that life can bring! Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThank y'all for the lovely comments.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I can never imagine myself venturing into love- this was so poignantly written- I will admit it had me wondering...
ReplyDeleteLovely poem of late in life love!
ReplyDeletehi, Rall 😍
ReplyDeleteJust wanna let you know that this week's W3, hosted by our beloved Kim Whysall-Hammond for the very first time, is now live:
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Much love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
P.S. Could you please email me at DVDBGMLNY at GMAIL dot COM? I'd like to have your email address because you may get selected to be our Poet of the Week at some point, and I'll need to be able to get in touch with you directly. Thanks!
Life is beautiful and oftentimes it does not meet the deadlines we set. Love it, Rall.
ReplyDeletehi, Rall 😍
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Much love,
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